Agent appreciation day

I’ve been giving some thought recently to just how lucky I am. If you have read my earlier posts, you will know I achieved that first goal of most writers seeking publishing–signing with an agent–more from good luck than good management. If you’ve had much to do with publishing or writing, you will be aware just how rare my streak of luck was.

What you may not be aware of is that I had some serious angst about whether I wanted an agent at all. What? I hear you say, and I know! Weird, huh?

Things can work slightly differently in publishing down here at the bottom of the world in kiwiland–for fantasy anyway. When I was a baby writer dreaming big dreams of seeing my very own novel in a bookshop, an agent didn’t feature at all. In fact, when my luberly crit partner and sister Wen, first brought up the whole agent concept, I looked at her like she’d grown a second head.

You see, if you’d asked me a year ago what I wanted for my first novel, I’d have told you immediately the name of a certain publisher and waxed lyrical about how I was going to have to print out my manuscript and wrap it up with all my hopes and send it off to them if I wanted to be published. It was how I thought you did it–down here anyway. No middle men. And that was how I saw an agent–a middleman who, incidentally, wanted a commission.

Needless to say, Wen convinced me that there is a whole other world out there–ahem, actually, the whole rest of the world. And I saw that an agent gave you scope far beyond just one publisher–opening doors to many editiors and many publishing houses.

What I am now beginning to appreciate it, is that there is so much more to it. Weronika has completed a round of very insightful edits on my first novel–and I’ve learned so much from her and the whole experience. I’ve grown as a writer and I truly believe the book that comes out of Weronika’s and my partnership will be a dozen times better than the book that I started with. She is just as enthusiastic about my story and my characters as I am–and offers insights into them that I am too close to see. She is like a super crit partner–because not only does she make suggestions, she has a wealth of publishing perspective to add as well.

And she supports me as a writer–not just as a client whose book will hopefully earn her a commission, as quickly as possible thank you very much.

I was really touched to get an email from her the other day reassuring me (among other things like: don’t sweat the word count, and it really is still funny) if the editing process got too much, that she wanted me to not feel guilty about wanting to be writing instead. No rush, no timeline, no timeframe and no pressure to get to the next stage–she wanted me to feel comfortable, happy and retain my enthusiasm. Her support means everything to me–when I’m unsure, she is there to bolster me, when I am feeling a bit doubtful that the book will ever be what I want it to be, she’s there with a few words that just turn my whole mood around.

I just thought it was a good time to say thank you–and let all you yet-to-be-agented writers out there, an agent is definitely worth having on your side.

In all, when I sell Fickle (and hopefully a whole career’s worth of subsequent novels!) my agent’s commission will be the best dollars I’ve ever spent.

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What’s in a name?

You may have noticed I’ve been a bit on the silent side for the last few weeks – my apologies for that! I have been a busy bee working on my edits and (more often) working at my day job and not getting any writing done. I guess there are times when reality impinges on our writing lives–and I’ve just had quite a protracted one!

But I am back and not only back, I’ve sent my first half of my FICKLE edits through to my agent, the wonderful Weronika. While I know very well this is only an interim step (because it all may change based on her feedback) it still feels great. I found myself at the point where I needed to know I was doing the right things to my poor little book-baby before I went any further. I have complete confidence that Weronika is the lady to tell me the answer!

Anyhoo, the reason I bring this up, is because I now don’t need to feel quite so guilty about my sneaky WIP. Yes, whilst editing I gave in to a “bright, shiny idea” and have written about 10k of it. FICKLE is still my first priority but I found I was doubting myself with all this editing. Something inside you naturally thinks that if a) I wrote it and b) I now have to change it then c) I suck. Which (I”m hoping) is untrue! And a little shiny idea on the side is a salve for your creativity. It reminds you why you started writing the novel-under-edits in the first place.

Again, back to the point of the post. I have this little idea (well about 10k of it) but I don’t have a name. I’ve learned something about me recently. I can come up with a dozen cool names for someone else’s projects. In fact, my crit partner Wen is often the recipient of my naming genius–far more than she’d like to be, I’m sure. But I can’t come up with names for my books.

Now, I suspect this is rather my own fault. You see, I am a pantser. I am so far a pantser, the idea of a synopsis gives me hives. Ask me to do an outline and I hyperventilate. In fact, I am so bad, that if I know what is going to happen, I get bored and would rather write something that I don’t know the ending to (Note to self: this may be part of my problem with editing, oh dear). I have this tendency to come up with two rather nice characters, a situation and just let it go from there. In my defence, it worked rather well for FICKLE.

But, and yes, I’m finally getting to the point, what this doesn’t work well for is naming the book.  The name–for me, anyway–encapsulates the soul of a book. As a reader, its the name that gets me to buy it. I might later read the jacket and toss it, but if the name doesn’t grab me, then its not getting a looksee from me. So names are important. And impossible if you don’t know where the story is going other than a vague idea in the back of your head. Wen works hers through, she outlines, she plots, she does all the stuff real writers do. So when she tells me about a project, its easy to go “OH, I’d so call that XXXX”.

But not me.

So I have a WIP currently called < ?  ?  ?  >. I rather suspect it may stay that way for some time yet.

In the meantime, how do you come up with a name for your stories? Does the name come first, or the characters, or the set pieces? Or does it all arrive in one neat package on your doorstep (in which case, I think I hate you, you lucky thing you!)?

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It’s not so easy sometimes, this writing stuff

Have you ever followed some advice that you thought was a good idea–only to find (after quite a lot of effort) that is actually fundamentally NOT you?

I’ve just discovered this happens in editing.

My agent, the lovely and very clever Weronika went to a lot of trouble editing my manuscript for Fickle. One of the recurring points of feedback she gave me was that I made it too easy on my characters. What I thought was having them scrape by on the skin of their teeth actually read as fluffy bunnies scooting ahead of them cushioning all their falls. It made it–well, if I’m honest–a bit on the boring side. Where were the stakes, the drama?

One way of doing this is to give them some real stakes, stakes in the way of increasing the general body count. I wasn’t good at killing people off before. I liked to make it look like they were on their last legs and then–poof!–drop them a life line. Read this as –  too easy, sorry! So I embarked on a killing spree. Well, it felt like a killing spree. I was up to the third dead body when the need for sleep curbed the slaughter.

Now that I’m rereading it in the cold light of day, I’m questioning whether I’ve lost myself in all this dying. Fickle is, above all else, light hearted, sweet and–under it all–a bit funny. I’m not finding death funny (either are my characters). Death isn’t funny. Dealing with the death of loved ones isn’t funny. I know, I’ve been there recently. How can I write my lovable dunderhead of a MC being funny when someone very close to him has just got the chop?

Its made me question whether I haven’t read something into my edits that weren’t there. I know I need to raise the stakes, but perhaps these aren’t the right stakes to raise at this point in the book. I’m not saying death doesn’t have its place in this story (it does all start out with a number of corpses in the close vicinity of my MC, after all), I’m just not sure these deaths are the right ones for this place in this story.

Of course, by tomorrow I may have completely changed my mind. This writing business, its hard. Any of you noticed that, at all? Yes, I thought you might have . . .   ;)

Ah, well, I’m going to go play western bandit games on my ipad. That will solve all my problems. Obviously! Nothing like a bit of distance on a writing problem to give your brain time to work out what it wants to do to fix the big black hole you are breaking your ankles stepping around.

In the meantime, if you know any examples of humorous books that deal well with MCs and grief, let me know!

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The words you want vs. the words you need

So, I’m editing.

Yes, I know. This isn’t something new. I’ve been doing it, with varying levels of dedication, for some weeks now.

But today its occurred to me that I have a lot of words. More than I am really going to need, when all’s said and done and the typset is dusted off and put away. When I finished my first draft of Fickle, I was quite pleased at how close I got to my target of 90k words.

Now I’m editing and while not changing the story, I am rounding out both characters and plot. As some clever person once said (and I can’t remember who to attribute it to, my apologies) editing isn’t about expansion, its about depth. Simply put, this means more words. Quite a lot more words, in fact.

If you are anything like me, you get quite fond of the words you already have. Some of them are so dear to your heart you are just waiting to pounce on anyone who admires them, complete with balloons and candy. It’s starting to occur to me that, even though fantasy can happily spread out into the 110k space, I am going to have too many words. And I am going to have to cut some.

The stuff I’m adding now is good stuff, necessary stuff. Pfft, but please don’t make me choose which of the old ones they will replace! Not my babies, no, no noooooo no no!

I foresee some parental separation anxiety in my near future. Oh dear.

Once I get over myself and take the plunge, logically I know my book will be better for it. Intellectually I have no quibble with honing my book down to the words I need vs. the ones I just want, but man oh man, there is an emotional hill standing between there and where I am now.

What about you? Do you have any tricks to share on working out what bits of your MS are want or need? I may need them.

P.S  Me and mine came through the Christchurch earthquake last Saturday morning in one piece. Shaken and rather stirred. We are incredibly lucky and feeling very blessed – under all the anxiety and stress, that is!  My heart goes out to those who have lost houses and livelihoods and give fervent thanks that there was no loss of life. And yes, it was FREAKY!

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I’m writing . . . erm editing

I have no great insights to share today, other than my delight in my under-edits manuscript. If you follow the blog, you will know that I’m applying the first round of my agent’s edits to it. I know its a small step in a long process, but what I’ve recently discovered – much to my amazement – is that its a really fun step.

I have had a bad case of bad edit-atude. I have cursed and pouted and prevaricated until I was blue. I made myself feel like sitting down to edit was like donning the hard hat to go down into the mines to toil for another 15 hour day. I’ve wasted several weeks feeling sorry for myself.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like the edits. They make sense, don’t get me wrong. It also wasn’t that I had some inflated sense of my MS being word perfect – I didn’t, don’t, wouldn’t.

I just didn’t realise what fun editing was!

My goddess has grown into her human skin a lot less gently this time around. My lovable idiot of a man character has some more spunk. The baddie is, well, actually, he’s more of a baddie. And I keep discovering these little surprise threads I left dangling for myself like hidden Christmas presents. They are just skulking there, waiting for me to drag them out into the light.

I keep going, “Oh, if I made so-and-so do this then that could be why so-and-so did this and obviously, that is why this-and-this happened . . . Oh!”

I’m not sure where the surprise comes from. I mean, I must’ve known it - subconsciously at least? – when I wrote it in the first place? Mustn’t I? Because its all making sense, now. If I did, I’m really clever, ma’am! If I didn’t, I’m, well, really lucky I guess!

Anyhoo, I have a swanking new argument scene brewing and its just so much fun I am going to go back and get it all down.

Hope all your words are behaving for you tonight, dear reader!

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It’s definitely a mood thing

So how come you can stare at that MS of yours sometimes and each new word is like pulling a tooth? And others, the words stream out of your fingertips like they have little wings?

I’ve had several weeks of tooth pulling. FICKLE is not coming to the editing party with its happy face on.

Part of this is that editing is really hard. And my agent’s comments are eminently sensible – in theory. I’ve scrabbled around on the floor, groaning and whining, over how exactly to put them into practice. I’ve blogged and twittered and read lots of theory – pretty much anything other than actually edit my book. Add this to broken child’s disasters and I hadn’t gotten very far at all before yesterday.

And then I woke up yesterday, took out my MS and my scene spreadsheet and started editing. It flowed. Words were my friend. FICKLE not only put on its party face but offered to help with the dishes afterwards. A-hem, so to speak.

So what’s different?

I’ve concluded its all based on mood. Or the moon phases. Or, um, how much chocolate I have on hand.

No really, pretty sure its the mood thing. I feel like writing. I feel like making progress. I feel positive about this whole getting published thing and am refusing to let it all daunt me. And now I’m 5 chapters down in 24 hours.

I’m quite proud of that, really.

[Oh and by the way, the grumpy fellow at the start of this post is our eldest four-legged baby, Lucius. And yes, if you are wondering, he was offering to rip me to shreds if I didn't stop taking his photo]

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